Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 318 Only once in a lifetime

Aunt Wu from a distance looked at this scene and smiled from ear to ear: "Daughter-in-law, come here and see, they are a perfect match."

Chunxiu was a pure villager and did not have as much experience as Aunt Wu. She was just surprised by their bird-like postures on the fruit trees and their beautiful faces: "I don't know where the young master and his wife came from. They look like gods."

Aunt Wu showed admiration: "Doctor Huang said that in his early years, he was invited to Chengtian Temple to see the Prime Minister's eldest granddaughter. The outline of his wife's face was somewhat similar to that of the eldest girl when she was a child."

Chunxiu opened her eyes wide in shock: "Mom, it can't be..."

Aunt Wu said: "It's good to know, don't look strange. Regardless of whether she is the eldest girl of the Bai family or not, it is good for tired travelers to rest here."

Chunxiu nodded: "Mom, I understand."

……

After a while, the two came back carrying a basket of persimmons.

The little yellow dog went into the field and got covered in mud and water. Wu Xiaojie saw it and beat him with a small bamboo stick. The little yellow dog was so frightened that it ran out of the yard and got even dirtier.

Aunt Wu rushed the two of them into the kitchen: "Chunxiu has prepared the noodles. You go quickly."

Bai Ming nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

When the two of them entered, Chunxiu had already prepared the noodles.

She covered her hands in a hypocritical manner: "Oh, I accidentally cut my finger just now. I'm sure I won't be able to make noodles. Let me teach you how to do it."

Feng Qingchen pursed his lips with a smile, and faced the somewhat embarrassed Bai Mingwei: "You peel the persimmons, and I'll take care of the other steps."

Bai Mingwei asked: "You actually know how to cook?"

Feng Qingchen said with a smile: "If I want to take care of you, I must master eighteen kinds of martial arts."

Bai Mingwei ignored him, found a chair and a knife, and started to deal with the persimmons.

Feng Qingchen took out two pieces of white silk: "The sleeves are too big, help me tie them up."

Bai Mingwei took the white silk and tied a knot at the top of the two pieces of white silk.

After the white silk was lengthened, she stretched the white silk over Feng Qingchen's back and flattened it out over her shoulders. She then passed one end of the white silk out from under her armpits, pulled it to her shoulders, and criss-crossed the other end on her back... and finally tied it. Secure with a knot.

The sleeves are just rolled up.

During the whole process, Feng Qingchen opened his arms, and Ren Bai Mingwei's hands sometimes passed through his armpits and sometimes brushed his waist.

Crisp numbness and slight itching.

And he always kept his mouth high.

Chunxiu covered her lips and smiled.

Feng Qingchen also really knows how to make a large pot of flour, and he knows how to make it well. The two cooperate with each other, and Chunxiu teaches them the steps of making from time to time, and comes to help when needed.

This was probably the most hectic time Bai Mingwei ever had, but despite the hectic pace, he and Feng Qingchen cooperated perfectly.

When she saw Feng Qingchen's nose stained with flour, she would reach out and help wipe it away.

The two occasionally chatted with each other, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

It was more than an hour after the ingredients for the steamed cakes were ready. Although I was already hungry, I felt a sense of satisfaction when I looked at the basins of kneaded noodles.

Feng Qingchen stretched out a hand full of flour and touched the tip of her nose gently.

Bai Mingwei glared at him: "What are you doing?"

Feng Qingchen said slowly and calmly: "You have wiped it for me so many times, and I have to pay you back once."

He said that he was going to wipe her.

Bai Mingwei looked at the hand that was getting closer and closer, and turned his head to avoid it: "I accept it with kindness, but it's not necessary."

After speaking, he got up and walked out.

Feng Qingchen shook his head: "This little guy really doesn't tolerate teasing."

Chunxiu said with a smile: "Master, wash your hands quickly. Breakfast is ready. I'll leave the steaming of the cakes to Xiaojie."

Feng Qingchen nodded: "Okay."

……

In the evening, accompanied by Chunxiu and Aunt Wu, the two sent steamed persimmon cakes door to door to express their gratitude to everyone.

Everyone in the village accepted the persimmon cakes with a smile, and without exception they all said some auspicious words.

Bai Mingwei felt a little strange, and she couldn't help but ask Feng Qingchen: "They keep talking about having a baby early and having a good marriage for a hundred years. Don't you think something is wrong?"

Feng Qingchen approached her and lowered his voice: "I accept it with a smile. Not every villager has read."

There seems to be no problem with this explanation.

But everyone is saying blessings for the newlyweds, so something is wrong.

Bai Mingwei ignored his deception and found an opportunity to ask Xiaodouzi: "Xiaodouzi, tell sister, why are everyone so happy after taking the persimmon cake?" Xiaodouzi said with a smile: "Don't call me sister, call me aunt."

Bai Mingwei was confused: "Huh?"

Xiaodouzi was still laughing: "My mother said that persimmon cakes are only eaten during weddings. My uncle and aunt came to give me persimmon cakes because they got married."

Bai Ming smiled slightly and soon returned to normal.

She patted Xiaodouzi on the shoulder, and then walked to Feng Qingchen, who was waiting for her: "Have you already known the meaning of persimmon cake?"

Feng Qingchen looked surprised: "Meaning? What does it mean?"

Seeing his pretentious behavior, his bad intentions were confirmed, Bai Ming glared at him slightly: "At least let me know."

Feng Qingchen smiled and said: "As the old saying goes, if you don't have ghosts in your heart, you won't care what others think or think. Unless you have me in your heart, you won't be distracted by persimmon cakes."

Bai Mingwei said angrily: "I have you in my heart? Are you a ghost?"

Feng Qingchen smiled playfully: "As long as it's in your heart, I'm willing to do it even if it's just a hairy one."

Bai Ming sighed slightly and quickly followed Aunt Wu.

Feng Qingchen caught up with her and punched her arm with his elbow: "Don't listen to that little douzi's nonsense. Pastry may seem ordinary to us, but to the villagers, it is a delicacy that is difficult to eat. "

"They are only willing to spend it on a happy event that only happens once in their life, so they think that being able to eat cakes must be because of a happy event."

Bai Ming glanced at Feng Qingchen slightly: "Only once in a lifetime? A man has three wives and four concubines. As long as he is willing, he can marry one and have a banquet once. How can it be said that it is once in a lifetime?"

Feng Qingchen patted his head: "It's all my fault for taking it for granted. I thought that you would be the only one in this life, so it would only be once in a lifetime, but I forgot that there are a lot of irresponsible men, hugging many of them."

Bai Mingwei ignored him and finished passing out the remaining persimmon cakes with Aunt Wu.

Everyone was very happy to receive the persimmon cake.

Bai Mingwei suddenly felt that the ordinary pastries seemed to have a different flavor.

After spending a few days in the village, all I felt was enthusiasm and goodwill.

However, Bai Mingwei did not covet such rare tranquility and peace, but only strengthened his determination to end the war.

She was born without her mother, and then her father, uncle, and brothers left one by one.

She has already suffered the pain of not having family members, so what she should do is to prevent more people from having to endure such pain.

……

After being raised in the village for a few more days, her wound has completely scabbed and healed, and there is no big movement that will cause the wound to tear.

During this period, sleeping with Feng Qingchen never happened again.

Of course, this was just what she thought. There were many ways for Feng Qingchen to secretly sleep with her arms around her without her noticing, and it could be different every night.

On this day, Bai Mingwei got up very early to feed the white horse, and then took the white horse out to train in the wild.

She was originally worried that the healing wound would split due to the violent movements during the horse training process, and she was prepared for a tough battle.

As a result, when she grabbed the mane and turned on the horse, the white horse didn't resist at all and actually let her ride it obediently.

Seeing that the white horse was well-behaved, Bai Mingwei wanted to test its speed, so she shook the reins, and the white horse galloped out like lightning, almost throwing her off.

But soon, she adapted to the speed and rode a white horse through the winter wilderness.

The strong wind blowing behind her made her fire-colored clothes rustle.

Feng Qingchen was afraid that she would be hurt, so he rode Xiao Hei to chase her.

A black horse and a white horse galloped along the country road and soon came to the top of the mountain.

Looking down from a high place, we can see that a village with dozens of households is located in a mountain col. A clear stream divides the village into two, and several flat roads run across it.

Smoke and morning light.

A place far away from the war is precious and beautiful, like a gem embedded deep in the mountains.

You can see this kind of scenery hundreds of times without getting tired of it.

Feng Qingchen faced her and said in a slightly serious tone: "Don't do this next time! What if there is danger? You want to scare me to death!"

Bai Mingwei didn't care about his earnest advice and told him with a smile: "Feng Qingchen, you know? The sky is clear and clear today. Looking down from here, you can have a panoramic view of the Escape Village, and the streams in the countryside are reflected. The blue sky and the pond at the end of the village are like a clear mirror, and the bleak midwinter also has its own beauty."

Feng Qingchen shook his head helplessly, with a smile on his lips: "If you think it's beautiful, then it must be beautiful."

Bai Mingwei was about to speak, but suddenly Feng Qingchen turned around with a serious expression: "What's wrong?"

A figure appeared, but it was Xiaoba, the shadow guard who was sent out.

He came to Feng Qingchen and knelt down: "Master, something happened."

(End of this chapter)